Where would you rather be now?

When you’re my age, you’re old enough to be con­scious of hang­ing out with peo­ple either a lot older than you and even more con­scious of hang­ing out with peo­ple a lot younger than you.

You look at the old fogies and you snig­ger, and then you shock your­self when you cal­cu­late how few years there are between you and them. Then you won­der if, wah lao, in a few years time I’m gonna be dri­ving an old Mer­cedes, wear­ing a gold bracelet, and hav­ing trou­ble see­ing the belt on my pants from where I’m standing.

I’ve since sold my Mercedes.

There are many places I’d rather be right now, I need a hol­i­day, I’m still think­ing about that dream job, I want to work for world peace, I want a mil­lion dol­lars, I want a house, a fam­ily, two kids, a dog and two cats.

But you know what? Things aren’t half bad at the halfway mark*.

*fig­u­ra­tively. I don’t have $500,000… or one kid, or half a dog and one cat, or half a fam­ily…

But enough introspection…


Hot enough for ya?

mr brown show 13th April 2005. Or via sub­scrip­tion here.
Surf stop: wessatong.com
iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing a copy of: Hur­ri­cane — Bob Dylan — Mas­ter­pieces (2), of which I have the orig­i­nal CD and there­fore didn’t steal music.

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